Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 234: Mr. Barnet's Taste is Intense

The entire day would be dedicated to interviews, which were divided into two rounds. Initially, some candidates were screened by interviewers, and the remaining ones were left for the chief interviewer to decide their fate. Aurora had just returned to her office when someone handed her some documents. "Manager, take a look, this is the list of people who passed the written test. They are scheduled for an interview soon. I didn't bring it to you the other day because you were busy," they said.

"Alright, I know," Aurora replied as she flipped through the pages quickly, her reading speed was quite fast. Soon, she had a rough idea about these candidates. It was surprising to her that Gemma had passed the written test, knowing that her scores were just average. Penelope's good performance was expected at her level, but as for Zachary and Ivy, it went without saying.

How could those two have passed the written exam? It must be that someone leaked the questions to them beforehand-a typical advantage of being born into a wealthy family. Whether they would pass today was still in her hands, and she found the power to determine their future rather delightful.

Meanwhile, intense interviews were still ongoing downstairs, featuring talented individuals from various schools and elites from other companies. Who would remain was anyone's guess.

At that moment, Julian woke up in a large bed, instinctively reaching for someone beside him, only to find the bed empty. He checked the time; it was nearly ten o'clock. He had slept for so long, and moving slightly, he felt pain from a wound on his body. He felt fortunate that he had taken the injury for Aurora. How heartbroken would he be if her delicate skin had been cut?

Julian got up to wash up, and as he came downstairs, Mrs. Hill shouted, "Sir, Miss Aurora made breakfast for you. I'll go heat it up."

This news pleased him, and Julian felt very happy. "Sure."

"Sir, Miss Aurora prepared vegetable porridge and sandwiches for you. What would you like to eat?" Mrs. Hill asked.

He hadn't expected Aurora to be so thoughtful. "Bring them all up," he responded. Since it was made by her, he couldn't let it go to waste.

Aurora had also prepared milk, which just needed a little heating. He had several plates of fine side dishes laid out before him, likely to accompany the vegetable porridge. Besides that, there were sandwiches, hot milk, and freshly washed and sliced strawberries and other fruits, all arranged with care.

Is this what happiness feels like? Julian felt a warmth in his heart, believing he would never find another woman to treat him as well as his mother did. Aurora was the second woman who treated him well. Julian took out his phone, snapped a photo, and quickly shared it on social media.

With Julian's usual style, he would never post such things, and if it weren't for the occasional messages from friends that received his replies, they might think he never used these apps. Today was the first time he posted something personal, showing the delightful breakfast on an elegant dining table with the caption, "Love, breakfast, a warm heart."

Soon, this post became the hot topic of the day. His company's executives had mostly seen it. Instead of the usual, "Did the president make you rewrite that again?" the first thing they asked was whether he had seen his post. In less than ten minutes, the post had received over fifty likes, including comments from several other company executives.

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